Newlyweds are in the throes of passion, but Professor He's little darling wants a separation.

The next day, Wen Xi woke up to find the vast Lanting Pavilion completely silent.

There wasn't a single message on my phone.

She came to the living room wearing only a thin nightgown; the two-story rooftop was quite desolate.

Worried that she was too busy with work to take care of Maodou, He Tingchu arranged for Shen Fu to send Maodou back to the old house.

There was a note on the table:

【Qiqi, wait for me to come back. I had Shen Fu send Maodou back to the old house. You can contact Shen Fu in case of emergency. Take care of yourself and don't miss me too much.】

He Tingchu wrote a line of characters by hand, his strokes vigorous and powerful. She knew that his handwriting had always been beautiful. She had even tried to imitate it for a while, but she could never quite grasp its essence. It always lacked a bit of strength and a unified, cohesive style.

Indeed, good-looking men even have beautiful handwriting.

Who would miss him?

She wouldn't do that.

This man's skin is thicker than the walls of the Forbidden City.

Wen Xi immediately buried his head in embarrassment and slammed his head against the desk several times, a audible protest... a silent protest, and even then, the protest was ineffective, as the person involved wasn't even there...

Wait, something's not right, what's going on here?

She finally began to seriously sort out her relationship with He Tingchu.

At this moment, she is experiencing conflicted and conflicted feelings, with several voices battling fiercely within her.

First, are the two of them really husband and wife now?

Yes, but the two didn't get together because they were in love.

No, what makes those two different from other newlyweds? She and He Tingchu hold hands, hug, kiss, and even do other things.

It has to be said that they were quite compatible in that area, and their intimacy was extremely close during sex. Could this be considered a physiological attraction?

Is it a liking or just a habit?

Countless voices clashed and intertwined, questioned, challenged, denied, affirmed, and ultimately overturned...

But the truth is, she had already secretly fallen for him.

She gradually got used to being with He Tingchu and to his kindness towards her. Habits are a terrible thing; they can make people dependent on them.

Second, how should they get along in the future?

Third, what will become of them a year from now?

That prenuptial agreement is still lying quietly in the safe in the study.

The more Wen Xi thought about it, the dizzier she felt.

He Tingchu disappeared from her side without a sound, and she clearly couldn't get used to it.

Wen Xi made a call, but the line was busy.

She suddenly didn't want to live alone in Lanting Pavilion, so she packed her bags and prepared to move to the hospital dormitory so she could live with Zhao Jingzhi.

Over the next two days, the two had even less contact, with He Tingchu's constant ramblings being the only interaction:

Have you eaten?

Are you awake?

Add clothes.

Don't work overtime.

He Tingchu was really busy; on the few occasions they talked on the phone, his voice was hoarse.

That day, Wen Xi lay alone on her bed in the dormitory. Zhao Jingzhi had gone home to see her husband, and she was the only one in the dormitory. Despite being very tired on her first day, she couldn't fall asleep. She turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim, soft light shone on her eyelashes.

Longing is like a tide, slowly engulfing her.

What's he doing? Is he asleep? Should we give him a call? Or video chat...?

A terrifying voice echoed in my heart.

"No, no, that would make it seem like you miss him too much, it's embarrassing. You might as well buy a cemetery plot and bury yourself." She pinched her scalded left arm; it hurt terribly.

Shouldn't men take the initiative?

The pain brought her back to normal.

[Wen Xi, Wen Xi, so you're a hopeless romantic? You've been eyeing He Tingchu for a long time, you're such a pervert!]

Another voice hovered above my head, like a sharp sword hanging over my skull.

I checked my phone again and again, turned it on and off, but the chat interface remained empty…

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, where colorful images appeared: the bathroom in the Kyoto University dormitory, his single bed, the sofa, and the corner.

She instinctively squeezed the blanket between her legs, curling up together... her cheeks flushed pink.

That night, Wen Xi fell ill with a disease—lovesickness.

Longing for He Tingchu is an illness...it needs treatment...

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German Hanyu Technology Overseas Branch

"Mr. He, the leaders have all been taken back to their hotels. It's very late, you should go home as well." Jack pushed open the door and came in.

He arranged a stack of documents and files neatly, opened the various documents and contracts that urgently needed his signature, and reviewed and signed them one by one.

"Okay, you can go home first. I'll leave after I finish reviewing these documents." He took off his silver-rimmed glasses, put them aside, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jack gently closed the door. He turned on his phone; it was 10:30 PM. Wen Xi's bedtime was always fixed at 9:30 PM; her sleep schedule was frighteningly regular. He tapped the video call button, ready to make a call, but then hesitated and pulled his finger back…

I repeatedly opened it, and then repeatedly closed it.

He hadn't thought about her for a single moment these past two days, but the project at hand was tight, and the technical breakthrough had reached the most critical stage. He and his teachers went to the lab again to calibrate the data, followed by meetings, an endless stream of meetings.

Technical discussions with programmers involved revising, validating, and rebuilding the model repeatedly—a fierce battle indeed…

His little world finally quieted down for a moment after the last group of people left the office.

Longing has become an illness, spreading unchecked...

He then opened the photo of her sleeping. It was a photo he had secretly taken while Wen Xi was asleep. The two had been married for half a year, yet they didn't have a single decent photo together, nor had they ever gone out together.

He Tingchu - You're really not a good husband.

After their marriage, the two spent little time together. Even when he was in the capital, he would get jealous because of Xiao Jingping's presence. Why did he have to be so temperamental? Only when they were apart did he realize how precious the time they spent together was.

He Tingchu, He Tingchu, you're so old yet still so childish.

His rough fingertips lingered on her delicate face for a long time, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up, overflowing with love...

The person I held in my arms yesterday is now thousands of miles away.

What should I do? I can't even stand it after just two days. There's still a long month ahead, and time feels like a man-eating demon.

Over the next two weeks, the two, living far apart in different countries, had less and less contact due to the time difference; their WeChat messages and phone calls were so quiet it was almost suffocating.

Wen Xi once wondered if Germany was the original Africa.

There are only vast grasslands and lions there, and not even 5G base stations.

Could it be that Hanyu has really encountered a serious problem?